*gan dongx*
reported to work this morning @ de childcare.. not to teach but to do accounts for my aunt's 3 childcare centres.. she's really capable.. *envious*

anyways, it was again, pleasurable to look at de kids i played with last yr smiling so sweetly at me from their classroom as i punch de calculators with frustrations.. im bad @ anythin related to numbers.. hahx.. but i managed to complete 2 branches' accounts in 3 days..

i guess i'd put on weight if i continue to work at de childcare.. de teachers & aunty ling (de chef) are very very nice ppl.. dey oways ask if i've had my lunch.. but im not used to havin lunch @ 12 or 1pm u see.. so, as i drag my lunch-time while slogging.. dey kept giving me deserts, cakes etc to ensure i don starve.. dey very cute lo.. every 15-30 mins will ask if im hungry.. hahax.. so pampered..

today, my aunt approached me & asked if im doing well in sch.. telling me dat she'd sponsor my tuition fees if i take diploma in early childhood & open another branch for me to supervise.. my eyes were filled with tears when she told me dat she has oways treated my like her own daughter.. surprised too..

i rmbered she used to bring me to alot of places (all de local attractions); her ex-company's family days & christmas parties.. she even rmbered to give me a present on my birthdays when i was young.. was extremely close to her then.. i was even mistakened for her daughter, as we looked a little alike i guess..

& now, she wants to groom me.. she told me dat.. ultimately, we wuld want to have a stable income.. she said dat interests are impt as well & it's of cos best when u can have de best of both worlds - making use of ur interest as a source of income.. but im not sure bout dat..

so, now i've a tough decision to make.. shuld i end this course of mine for sth which my parents & my aunt believed to b de best for me? cos even i, am beginning to wonder if im capable of becoming anything dat is related to my course in future..
*doubts*

..where insanity rules..
yesterday night was de 1st time cream shiling & myself talked on msn.. shiling finally registered for an email add with hotmail for cream's sake.. since she's presently in hongkong.. miss her manx..

ah~ share with yall de photos we took with de courtesy of shiling's digi cam (or rather de sponsorship of her bf *ahahx*) at esplanade early tis month..


*megawatt-smile* looked super enthu, like we've nv been thru our childhood..


aww~


"starry starry night" now showing in theatres..


datx shiling & myself


cream & muah


cream jus arrived from fairyland.. look @ de smoke..


*ahahx* so retarded.. fancy tickling a lion..


volkswagen, yall lookin' for free endorser?


*shuangx* hehe..

p.s. de securities soon came after we posed with de vw beetle.. *blushes*

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singapore idols tonight's gr8! kudos to sylvester! keep votin'!

how sly~ hahax (photo courtesy of my 7250)
anyhow (frantically) click "capture" throughout his peformance (& after) luckily tis turned out fine *phews*

peek @ my 7250 photo gallery
jus wanted to put some picx dat i took wif my close pals in tp.. (",)


sitting bside me ish shiling *applause*


standing nxt to me ish cream *applause*


slacking together with me ish katherine *applause*


de gr8 cookie (monster) & cream.. *slurps*

Bloggers are essentially lonely people..

i've been wanting to blog recently.. my notebk is finally free from viruses *yays* & so, im finally back cyber-lly.. but dere's so much dat happened, during my absence online.. too much.. donno where to start.. or rather, don wish to recall.. hmm.. not dat all incidents are bad or sth.. mayb it's jus dat dey arent very significant matters.. oh well..

so, i've decided to jus share with all of u an article i've come across on Streats today, by writer, Janice Wong who oso has a blog herself. cos i realised dat there're quite alot of discussions on blogs in de media nowadays.. if u've watched get rea! & so on.. niwaes her article's called "a window to my life" on de In Transit section..

Last week, I called an award-winning entrepreneur for an interview and was startled when the stranger told me over the phone: "Your birthday is coming, right?" He explained that he has been following my blog. "Oh," I said, reminded that I have an online journal accessible by the public.

The word "blog" is short for the term "web log", coined in 1998 by American Jorn Barger who pioneered web pages where a "blogger" logs interesting pages he or she has read. Blogs have since evolved from collections of favourite links to diaries of sorts. Some chronical personal milestones or share photos with friends around the world.

Blogs have been hailed as a new genre of media, a real-time pulpit where anybody can report on news, dicourse on politics and expound on policies.Former US president Bill Clinton has one; so does local movie director Jack Neo.

I wanted my own piece of virtual real estate for various reasons. It gives me more freedom than writing for a national daily where I have to report to an editor and be accountable to readers. The journal is all mine. I can post totally boring entries of any length; I can complain ad nauseam using whatever foul language I fancy. I can even shut it down. I don't have to consider: Would people want to read this? Can I meet the deadline? Would the editor cut the best bits out? Some entries are half-written In Transit columns which I abandoned because I realised they were too whimsical, yet not that lousy that they have to be incinerated.

Some people criticise such blogs - as opposed to those championing a cause - as too indulgent or narcissistic. They are missing the point. Blogs by definition, are about free-self expression. *skipped a few parts*

I could always write my thoughts on a notepad and keep it in my drawer. Why make my journal public? Firstly, it's the trendy thing to do for young people. Technorati.com, an authority on blogs, currently monitors more than four million blogs. In Singapore, there are at least 14,000 bloggers, mostly students.
Secondly, I guess it satisfies a visceral yearning in me to present the complete uncensored Janice Wong. To most people, she is a girl full of life, laughter and levity.

But in the quiet of the night, her face illuminated only by her computer screen, she retreats to a place where even God can't reach her, and faces her demons. This side if her is very lost, gripped easily by nihilism and sometimes contemplates ending the meaninglessness of it all.

She often types with tears streaming down her face. Seeing her chaotic thoughts distilled into neat computer text is cathartic and validates that side of her.
She doesn't demand that her friends visit her website regularly. Neither does she know exactly how many readers she has, but she believes illogically that among them is someone who understands, someone who truly cares.

Bloggers are essentially lonely people.